The good news was they had another call to trace.
The bad news was there was another call.
Connelly listened again to last night’s message, which Paige had transferred down to his office.
“ . . . If I can’t have you, no one will.”
He recorded the message and made an entry on his computer’s ABERRANT BEHAVIOR file.
Who was this guy, and where was he? Those were the questions Mack McBride had just asked him, the same questions Connelly was asking himself.
Connelly tried to imagine what the caller might do next He hoped it would just be another phone call. He dreaded the thought of this nut coming to the Broadcast Center in person.
Despite the scanned electronic ID cards necessary to enter, and security guards blocking the way, the truth was that someone could get into the Broadcast Center if he was really determined to—by a simple act of subterfuge where the system was weak. A Chinese-food deliveryman, a contractor with a temporary identification card, someone mingling with a large group . . . There were so many ways you could just slip in with the others.
It was Connelly’s worst nightmare because, once inside, anyone could freely roam the halls, concealing whatever weapon they might be carrying.